I know there are so very little of you who have any idea of who I am, or what makes me tic (or not tic). I've been being treated for Wilsons' Disease' (WD) for what seems like forever, even though it's really more like a couple of years or so. I went in for my checkup last week and my Dr. says that my copper level is still 'gradually coming down' which I thought was great, then I had to ask the most stupid question and got the most devastating answer. I asked him how much lower the copper would have to come down before I started feeling like living again. He says that "this is it," we can keep it from getting any worse and keep it from killing me, but the damage is irreversible and symptoms will just continue as they are.
Every night each time I go to bed I pray to God to please NOT let me awaken, but everytime I fall asleep I still wake up. There's not a day that goes by that I don't beg God to just let me die, I've suffered severe chronic pain for 33 years out of the 49 years on this planet. Since the WD has made dramatic changes in my nervous systems that has already been compromised due to spinal cord injury, I thought I knew what pain was, I thought I knew how to 'handle it" but the pain, the confussion, memory loss, vision loss, thought process disruption, distortion, whatever you want to call it, the tremors, uncontrllable body jerks, constant gut pain and the other symptoms caused by the WD that has been compiled to the previous hell that I've had to live in before.
When I was diagnosed as WD positive, I just knew that the copper would be purged from me and the 'me I used to be' would return, but now I know that it will never be. With treatment I get to "remain amongst the living," breathing human race in absolute positive misery, everyday of my so UNnatural life. Without treatment, I'm told that the WD would put me to death within 3 months. Folks, friends, those of you that I have received a response from or those few that I have responded to, I'm sorry. This is not living, a 49 year old man should be quite capable of walking the length of his hallway without being brought to tears and thoughts of after life. No one should have to be so miserable every waking moment praying, hopinng, begging for this to be the last day on earth.
I raised my son and have instilled it in my grandchildren life and all that goes with it is not fair, it's not always going to "be okay," but this is way beyond unfair, this is inhumane. What good is life if there is NO quality to it. No. I'm not thinking "suicide", I have already gone through that phase while trying to learn to deal with severe chronic pain. However refusing any further treatment, saving myself a fortune on Dr bills, testing, follow ups, not taking the supplements (Zinc, irom, calcium, and vitamin D) and the other prescribed meds, that in my opinion is not commiting sucide, just refusing treatment; however, it is a way to put this and myself to rest.
I'm not normally a whinning little cry baby, but, I'm just so sick and tired of being so sick and tired(fatigued), a malfunctioning mind, fighting constant pain, trying to stay alive with congestive heart failure, blood clots, . . . the list goes on. I can just no longer see ANY reason to be passively involved in continuing the constant torturing of myself by treating something that can or will finally put an end to it. I know, I've said it hundreds of times to others suffering chronic pain, "you can't give up," "you've GOT TO remain strong and keep your faith," I've heard it, I've said it, and at one time I "believed it" as well. I'm losing all of it, the fight, the 'never surrender take no prisoners' attitude and most of all, my faith in myself.
I won't even mention the personal loss caused by the December 12, 2007 ice storm. I'm ready to surrenfer, to give it all up, be it selfish, cowardly, frustrated beyond repair I just don't care anymore I just want it all to end. I've taken on all I can handle in one lifetime, So why should I continue to treat what can put anend to all this. I've thought long and hard as to whether or not to let this out or just keep it inside and let it continue to eat away at what's left of me, I guess this answers my question and hope that some of you can relate to what I'm trying to say, or at least understand why I feel like I do.
There, my dirty little secret is out on the table. Now that it's out, I hope I can make an educated decision as to continue treating WD and living in my personal hell in silence, or stop treatment and just let it all go.
Sincerely,
Dvdbrian




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